Patty gripped his shoulders, her enormous, stiff-nippled tits swaying heavily over his chest. Her face was flushed and contorted, a mask of incestuous...passion. Furiously she started wiggling and humping her ass again, shuddering as she pistoned her glove-tight pussy onto the satisfying stiffness of her young son's cock."Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck your mother, Walter! Please, please, please, baby, fuck your mother's juicy cunt!"Walter looked up, watching his giant fuck pole sliding in and out. “Fuck me with your fingers Jake, I love it when you do that!” She sat up and kissed him so wildly, her tongue seemed to be searching for something in his mouth. She bit his bottom lip for a few seconds too long, the pain in his mouth so oddly erotic, so powerful, it made him want to finger her so hard, to give her the same pleasure from something so rough. He inserted two fingers into her pussy sharply, he began working them in and out of her at an every quickening pace. He licked her clit. I coughed softly to let them know that I was there. From the position that she was in, I could see that Brian had a finger in her ass! His hard cock was pumping in and out of her soaked pussy. She turned her head and saw me approaching with the coffee."Hi Steve, just put the coffee on the nightstand please," she panted.I placed the coffee down and as I walked away, I turned to look again. They did not try to hide anything or stop; she was still riding him like a bull and his finger was still. Do you remember the Goodman Theatre School?” she asked.“Yeah. It was on my list of colleges to go to, but I couldn’t afford it.”“I went there. Only it changed and was absorbed by DePaul University. I wasn’t happy about it, but it came out okay. But last year, they got a new theater and they’re performing Our Town this month. Just before I leave for Honolulu. I’ll spring for a room in the Blackstone,” she said.“Are you suggesting that I come to Chicago and shack up with you?” I.